( apropos of nothing but the christmas spirit, the season of nostalgia it ushers in with it, and the memories you associate with good things — john fits somewhere on that spectrum, like homemade cookies and warm milk on winter nights. something you remember as comforting, from a time long passed. moments of magic she can never travel back to. )
so what's the playbook for fake exes and christmas do i gotta buy you a gift? cuz if i bought everyone who's ever seen my tits something i'd be one broke bitch
He recognizes, for the most part, that those false memories are what they are — that some things are easier to forget or try to slot into their "real" lives (such as they are). Ani falls somewhere in the middle. Her edges are sharper than Greer's, and getting sent back to square one when the month ends is— well, she catches him looking, every once in a while, wearing an expression that doesn't require too much analysis to parse through when he's never been the type to maintain much of a poker face.
He'd liked her. A lot. More, in some concrete ways, than the concept of a "normal" life, period. So: ]
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so what's the playbook for fake exes and christmas
do i gotta buy you a gift? cuz if i bought everyone who's ever seen my tits something i'd be one broke bitch
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He recognizes, for the most part, that those false memories are what they are — that some things are easier to forget or try to slot into their "real" lives (such as they are). Ani falls somewhere in the middle. Her edges are sharper than Greer's, and getting sent back to square one when the month ends is— well, she catches him looking, every once in a while, wearing an expression that doesn't require too much analysis to parse through when he's never been the type to maintain much of a poker face.
He'd liked her. A lot. More, in some concrete ways, than the concept of a "normal" life, period. So: ]
i'd settle for a second first date.